Heta-Therapy

Husband!Netherlands x Wife!Reader: How To Quit Smoking ____ glared at her husband. He was doing it again: Smoking. She knew why - he'd always done it. She knew that he was stressed because of his work at the moment, and the smoking calmed him down. But she hated it. It made their home smell like tobacco, him taste like tobacco and it was actually really dangerous. What if they ever had a kid? Would he continue then? ____ sighed, she needed to do something about this. Or she'd go crazy. A plan began to form in her mind and she snickered a little to herself. 'Be prepared, Tim van der Berg, 'cause here I come!' ~~~~ Some time later ____ p

Tulip buds dotted Amsterdam with splashes of color from their pots and gardens. It was spring, still nipping with the cold, but warm enough for flowers to bloom and blush their soft tinctures and marbled streaks. I cradled a small bouquet of tulips in my arms, balanced carefully with the groceries so it would not be crushed. It was the peak of the tulip season and I figured it was high time I also have some at home. The night had started to ink the sky and blot the sun as I quickened my pace to hurry back. I had underestimated the time to pick the pretty colors of my tulips. The shopkeeper, a kind, elderly lady who had a spectacular talent f

     The bar was calmly mundane, all clinking glasses and the soft rush of chatter, but its back room was another world. Through that door in the corner, hidden by carefully cast shadow and the corner of the bar, lay a separate realm of tinted lights and soaring music that seemed too loud to be hidden just by the door. It was in this oddly otherworldly world that you met Abel Mogens for the first time—as well as where you would leave him for the last time.    You had found out about the “secret room” from a friend, who had heard about it from someone she met at one of Amsterdam’s many coffee shops. Given the chain t

Clair De Lune : Netherlands x Reader: If there is one thing that (Name) finds endearing about her beloved is his unrelenting diligence and stubborn character. Abel Van Mogens isn’t quite an easy man to fall into a romantic commitment; although his handsome appearance is nothing short of charming, there is an awkward air of stillness that proves overwhelming for any woman to stay in. To the unfortunate souls that dare cross his domain, he keeps himself shut, as if he deems them unworthy in his presence. He isn’t expressive and rarely speaks—much less affectionate words that any woman would enjoy listening from a man—un

“Why, why does fate make us suffer?” Note: This story takes place during the Dutch Revolt.    His body pressed to yours, his hands roamed over your skin; his mouth was territorially placed to your throat and with each touch, a more intoxicating desire overwhelmed your entire being. “Netherlands…” You breathed out, just as he pushed you against the wall.    The storage room was nearly pitch-black, especially with its absence of windows. The air felt thick, musky, and a thin coat of sweat covered both your skin and his. You were both breathing heavily, hearts racing. He was burning with passion and you were dr

Netherlands X Princess!Reader: Hair Spray ((Contest for mizoriechan (https://www.deviantart.com/mizoriechan), theme; Fairy Tale twist)) ||Fairy Tale: Sleeping Beauty|| [[In this, Netherlands is not related to Belgium, or Luxembourg for the matter.]] {{I will also be character-bashing, so please keep that in mind when you read a part where someone is being mocked, because like most Hetalians, I love all characters enough to be okay for them to be insulted}} In a land far away... A child was born. A princess, precisely. Her name? It was _____ Tulip. A beautiful name for a girl to grow up to. Joy was filled to the brim and lively cheer was among the air when the King sent e-ma

Apocalypse Netherlands x Reader The days had drawn by slowly, each of them slower than the last.  At least you were in good company but the bitter cold was taking its toll on you.  Tim was running low on medical supplies and both you and Raivis were suffering greatly, in due time the both of you would lose your eyes. “God damn it!” you shouted, your leg got stuck in something buried deep in the snow.  Everyone turned around but Tim was the first to rush towards you, “_____ what’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.  You couldn’t help yourself; all of the weight from traveling with very short breaks in between, th

There was a really hot guy in your dorm room, which was extremely weird because you couldn’t recall having invited him to come chill in your dorm. He was an unexpected surprise but well appreciated, as he was quite lovely to stare at. It also occurred to you—as you awkwardly shut the door—that your roommate could have invited him in, but she wasn’t in the room either, which left you in a seriously awkward position. He was smoking a cigarette, his eyes drawn to the picture frame he was holding in his hands. You recognized it as yours—the picture your mother had taken last spring of you and your precious bunnyR